So… While the fired up congregation was seeking the little lost lamb of little Jerusalem, and while the deputy dog was sniffing and barking up the tree of the itinirate false prophet, and so as the psyched out sidekick was stumbling blindly through the locust thicket - after having left open the gate to Chubby Davis’ goat pasture - while the local lowriders played forty dogs and dominos - and then again while the puppy was pouting and the deputy doubting what the prophet was spouting -while new crowds were assembling to what was then resembling a free concert featuring the Baldwin Sisters and the “Daughters of Eve” review - And while the preacher was mumbling while I myself I was fumbling - And the whole experience being very humbling - Because I was the dumsumbich left the door cracked open.
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